Category: Musings and Mutterings

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense.


Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.


He will be remembered as having cultivated such valued lessons as knowing when to
come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always
fair.


Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you
earn) and reliable parenting strategies: adults, not kids, are in charge.

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing
regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual
harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash
after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened
his condition.


Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent
to administer aspirin to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student
became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a
steaming cup of coffee was hot, spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge
financial settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents: Truth and Trust; his wife:
Discretion; his daughter: Responsibility; and his son: Reason.

He is survived by two stepbrothers: My Rights and Ima Whiner.


Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do nothing.

Wes 

** Sent to me by my friend Wes.. Thanks Wes!

We survived, but boy am I tired. Suffice to say that all was well and all were well fed. I’ll have to blog later about this, I think. Or maybe not…. I’m going to SC tomorrow and will be gone until next week.

I’m pulling my hare out!! hehehe

Ok, really I’m a bit stressed. I’m having a rather large shindig for my daughter and son, celebrating their graduation this weekend. I’ve rented the tent and moon bounce, dodged the no table bullet, and have the menu (and the cost) in mind. What I haven’t finished is amazing, and mostly due to two adorable little munchkins that I would much rather be snuggling and loving all day. But I still want my house and my party to be enjoyable by all and the only way *I* know how to do that is to be prepared. Thus, I still have the following things I have to do:

Decorate
Figure out some music
Figure out how the electricity will get from point A to point B for all of the items needing energy
Procure another cooler
Put together the flooring
Fill the holes that the dog has dug (no busted ankles, please)
Go get the food and ice and beverages
Pick up the Cake on Saturday Morning
Prep the food
Make sure the grill has enough gas
Hang the curtains in my bedroom
Clean both bathrooms- check that there is enough toilet paper, if not add to shopping list
Pick up my desk and file the papers, organize the books
CHOOSE MUSIC or MUSIC SOURCE for party – What’s a party without the right mood grooves???? Mentioned twice so you know what’s important to me!!
Get the dog to the Kennel – she’s getting her shots right now
Clean, Clean, Clean

If I can fit it in I had planned to-
Finish painting the doors and trim
caulk said doors and trim
paint my bathroom

If there are any really bored people out there reading this, and you like any of the jobs listed above… please feel free to let me know which you’d like to do! If not, that’s ok… I have my coffee and I usually need very little sleep… 🙂

Today was Lib’s birthday. We celebrated by having lasagna and salad, crusty bread and cake. Libby went to Six flags with her friend and Sean and I took the girls to Denny’s. Then Uncle Sean took them on a shopping spree. Two bikinis, two pairs of shoes, 4 Barbies, 1 Barbie pool, 1 toy medical kit, 2 doodle pets, 1 Dora craft box and 1 crazy sprinkler later, I was beginning to wonder who the birthday girl really was!! Sean loves his nieces and boy were they happy to have some new toys at Nini’s house.

We will be having the major birthday/graduation bash next week so most gifts for Lib are still in the prep mode. Please cross your fingers and send up a plea for good weather on the 23rd and patience for me and mob of people I sense coming… but hey, it’s a party!! Might as well get all the use from the moon bounce that we can!!

This picture is of Libby when she was a wee bairn. She was always a happy baby.
I love you, Libby.

So, I’m an idiot. But an idiot that cares.

I realize that I’m probably the stupidest smart person I know. I’ve been trying to do the impossible and be everything to everyone. Most of the times, I think I do a pretty good job. I am a loving and supportive mother, an involved wife, a dedicated employee and with what’s left, I try to be a really good friend. I try to keep in touch and up to date with my friends and do my best to try and invite them to be a part of my life as much as I can while involving myself in their lives when they invite me to do so. So why do I feel so crappy? Could it be because even with all this effort and juggling, I don’t seem to make everyone as happy as they’d like to be, and is that *my* fault, or theirs?

This evening I was working at auditions. We didn’t have an accompanist, which means the boss has to play the piano, listen and evaluate, do the paperwork and judge the vocal abilities all within a 5 minute time frame, while being polite and professional to parents and students. No pressure there. We eventually fell behind, which was inevitable and wasn’t helped by some walk in appointments. (Not so easy to fit two children in one slot!!) That said, all the parents were very patient, but that put all the more pressure on the boss to keep up the grueling pace through 5 hours of auditions with one audition every 5 minutes.

Did I mention she was recently awarded a MUCH DESERVED Excellence in Teaching award??

When we had patted ourselves on the backs for a job well done and gone home to rest, there in our emailboxes, was a letter from a parent who had nothing kind to say about the audition process. A scathing letter to say the least. What a shame, because we had thought we were doing such a great job! Mostly the parent was disturbed by the fairly rapid pace that the boss – who is amazing and can recognize what she’s looking for with only a few notes- had set. Again, what a shame… I’m sure that neither one of us felt very good at that point, me, the boss and the parent.

After seeing that juicy tidbit, I found that my daughter was upset with me because I told her she was allowed to do whatever she wanted for her birthday, but that I would like to spend a bit of time with her since it’s her 18th. Somehow, this was upsetting to her and I was in trouble then.

Next, my dearest friend in all the world, began to tell me how inadequate I am. Oh, those weren’t the words used, but that was the end result. And I wonder, how they can forget all the times they contributed or requested that I not visit for their reasons and then proceed to complain about how often I haven’t been able to, knowing my world and the schedule I’ve been keeping?

That brings me around to the very beginning. I don’t think I’ll ever stop trying to be everything to everyone, mostly because I love the people I let into my world, but maybe I should instead learn to be as much as I can to as many as I can and let go of the difference. Maybe it’s not ME that is the issue entirely and maybe I have to just learn to let people feel the way they do without taking the blame or attempting to help/fix everything. Doesn’t really make me feel any better… sigh… tomorrow shall be another day….

This morning at 3:52 am, my eldest daughter gave birth to my 4th grandchild, Sebastian Sage.
She had been in labor since last Friday, but had finally called me yesterday complaining of lower pressure. I asked her if she could suddenly breathe again and she said yes, so I told her that today was the day. We had been placing bets on times and weights. I had chosen 11:23, then 1:23 , saying to my daughter that I was sticking with the numbers 2 and 3. Then my birthweight guess was 8lb 6oz… oh well, got that backward.

My first grandchild was born on the 1st and my second on the 2nd. Number 3 lost her mind and was born on the 19th and I was hoping that number 4 would revert to form and be born on the 4th, but alas, he took his time and got here on the 5th.

When I called my youngest daughter to let her know she was an Auntie again, she asked about the baby’s size, which I told her was 6 lb, 8 oz. She laughed and said, “That’s a fake baby… that’s nothing more than a sack of flour!!” (Granted, she’s never had a baby, but she comes from a family of supersized infants. 8lb 11 oz, 10lb 11oz, 12 lb 8oz, 10 lb 4 oz, are the numbers shes used to hearing) Anywho, I sent her a picture of the little munchkin and she said she was going to call him Dopey, after one of the dwarfs from Disney’s Snow White. His first picture did look kind of like Dopey, but now that he’s awake and looking at the camera, he doesn’t look Dopey to me at all. In fact he looks like his name. He looks like a Sebastian Sage.

I’ll get to see him in a few weeks and I can’t wait to sniff his head!!

I had to ride the train to NYC recently to conduct some business. I had never ridden the train before and had never been to NYC by myself either, but some things must be done and so I did it. I always say, “I can DO anything, I am just not comfortable doing it sometimes.”

I noticed a number of things on my trip and thought I’d just let them come to me as they will…

On my up to NY, I looked at all the housing that clings to the sides of the railroad tracks. It was an interesting observation. There were row houses in Baltimore that were largely boarded up and vacant. I wondered how we could have the housing issues we have with so many empty houses. My mind raced, thinking if anyone could fix these places up, then rent them, that would be better than leaving them to rot. It was strange to see 4 and 5 rows of empty houses and then one house in the entire row with signs of habitation. Around Wilmington, there seemed to be a renovation of sorts. All the buildings by the tracks were undergoing improvements, with revitalization in both living areas and and retail. The houses around Philadelphia were dirty and run down with trash in their yards and the houses near Trenton announced their blue collar owners with pride.

When I got into Penn Station, I was amazed at how much it reminded me of a rabbit warren.. tubes and tunnels all over the place.

Walking up 6th avenue around noon, it was crowded. Ahead of me there was a tall woman. She had to be at least 6 foot, dark hair and willowy. Two Hispanic men were following her and watching her move, talking about her the entire time. They laughed and then one made a hand gesture to emphasize what he was saying, leveling his hand at his height (about 5 foot 3 or so) and comparing it to her. The men jabbed each other and turned the corner.

Still while walking up 6th avenue (I had to walk a mile) I got behind a woman who was wearing a pink top, heels, severely pulled back hair and tight black pinstripe capri’s. She was painfully thin and the stripes did nothing for her that was nice. All they did was accentuate how thin and linear she was. The only curve on her was the one where her thighs didn’t meet and she looked like she had just gotten off a horse that she’d been riding for a long time. Even her legs bowed outward before continuing down. I couldn’t think of a polite way to tell her that she should never wear tight pinstriped capri’s again.

While walking NYC I noticed an interesting phenomenon about pedestrians. Pedestrians cross the street like waves crash on the beaches. At some point, someone decides to stop and wait for a safe time to cross. This is almost like a signal, because others also stop (even if there is no traffic) and begin to gather, like the swell of a wave. More and more people accumulate and you can see them all beginning to lean forward and then, suddenly, the mass of people break and flood into the street, flowing in two directions as once like a confluence, and just as suddenly, the flow of people begins to recede until one of them stops and it starts all over again.

At 7th Ave and W 52nd, just above some of the busiest and most crowded areas in NYC (Times Square) I approached an unusually empty corner and glanced aside at the woman who had just stepped up perpendicular to me. There before me was a lady who’s child belongs to the Children’s Chorus and I had worked closely with for the first time this spring. What was the likelihood that in NYC, I would be meandering up 7th avenue towards Central Park at 4 in the afternoon and bump into this woman. It was really strange!! Both of our jaws dropped and we looked at each other in astonishment.

And now, I’ll infect you all… It’s a small world after all.. It’s a small world after all…

Yesterday, my dog Piper was incessantly barking in the back yard. She’s a pretty vocal dog, but this was a different kind of bark, so Libby went out to investigate. There, coiled on the ground, was a snake. The snake was trying to stare Piper down, but when your head is the size of a large thumb, you aren’t as effective as a lab/rottie mix. Libby decided that the dog needed to be inside the house and that she needed to alert somebody else to the presence of the snake.

Up walks Frank from the mailbox, oblivious to the fact that he has walked within a foot of this snake. When Libby asked if he had seen it, he seemed dumbfounded that he’d missed it! Being of the male persuasion his first instinct was to get a stick and poke at it. (Um… for those of you who don’t realize that I live in Maryland, we have poisonous snakes called Copperheads here!) The snake, who was trying to stare down the dog previously, decided that a 6’5″ man with a stick was too much for it, so it slithered up into a line of trees between my house and the neighbors. So, what is the next logical step for snake eradication?? CALL IN THE MARINES!!!

Our neighbors are both in the military. (Granted they both play in military bands, so their weapon of choice is a woodwind or a brass instrument, but they are still military!) They also have two small children and this was the second time we had heard tell of a snake in the area. We didn’t want them to look over and see their little daughter nose to nose with a snake!! So the two men decided it was time to go Snake Fishing…

What exactly do you need to go snake fishing? I guess a pair of gloves, a pillowcase and a very long pole. (Thankfully, we had recently gotten one of those to wash the house with!)

The guys poked the pole through the bushes and tried to loop the snake to pull it out. Over and over again, the snake slid off the pole and quickly moved back into the cover of the trees.

Finally, the Marine was able to catch the tail end of the snake and pull him out of the trees; note that this is no small snake! While Frank pinned the head with the scrubbing end of his pole, the Marine went in to capture the enemy…

And here is the trophy shot!

The victors put their foe into a pillow case and zip tied it shut. I’m not really sure what the Marine did with his catch, but I hope he took the prisoner to the park and let him go in the woods up there. That would seem to be the right thing to do.

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Just got home from the ER. Libby woke up and started thrashing and crying and asking me questions like, “Why can’t they hear me?” and “Tell them to stop looking at me!”. Then I left the room and came back moments later to her wailing that I hadn’t come and “there was something scary on the ground trying to get her.” She was radiating heat, but refused to let us take her temperature. She just was not with us and not happy wherever she *was*. Of course, this meant an immediate trip to the ER, where they found a fever of 103, gave her a bag of meat and taters and drew some more blood to be sure all was well. Her previous strep test came out negative, but they said all signs point to that being the problem, just to try and keep her temperature down and STOP the nausea meds. Apparently it is infamous for making people loopy. All are home and all are doing well now.
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Libby is sick. She’s running a fever and so far has had a negative strep test, but they are sending off a culture to make sure. In the meantime, they have given her some antibiotics and some anti nausea drugs. She sleeps like a rock anyway, but now she’s so zonked out that her phone- on full volume by her ear- won’t even wake her up. If you know Libby, (or any teen aged girl anymore), you know that’s the ultimate test of whether they are playing opossum or if they really are asleep!

I was supposed to go to a party this evening- some friends INVITED Frank and I – but I decided not to go so I could stay home and keep an eye on Libby for a few reasons.

1. She’s my baby and she’s sick.
2. Graduation is on Tuesday and I don’t want her to wake up and decide to go to one of the many parties she was invited to.
3. She wanders around and talks to things when she’s not feeling well.

When Libby runs a high temperature, you really aren’t too sure if she’s just going to sleep sleep sleep, which is what I want, or if she’s going to get up and wander about. The last time she was running a high temperature it was freezing outside. She got out of bed, wearing just her jammies, and walked right past me, down the steps and out the front door. I was calling to her the entire time to find out what was wrong, but she never answered. Instead she started having a conversation with the bushes out front. Frank had to run outside with a coat and try to bring her back inside, but the whole time, Libby was babbling to the bushes. We eventually got her inside and discovered she was running a fever which meant we took her to the Doc In A Box and found out she had strep.
This time, I brought Libby home from the Doc In A Box and sat her down at the kitchen table to eat some lunch. She had said she was hungry, so I had gotten her a sandwich from Burger King. (Not very nutritional, but it’s what she asked for!!) Traditionally, a trip to the Dr.’s office means a Slurpee, but I didn’t trust her to not wander out of the car. Anyway, I set her at the kitchen table to eat and went outside to check on the progress of the trash can corral we have been building. Within that short amount of time, she had eaten her food, followed me outside onto the deck, (in a jacket) and had plopped her butt into one of the chairs in the sunshine and passed right out!! Now, tell me why a person with a fever of 102+ would go and sit in the sunshine on a humid 90 degree day? I had to wake her up and convince her to go to bed, where she has been knocked out for the past 5 hours… poor baby.

In the car she asked me if I would come out to college if she were sick. I told her that if she needed me to, of course I would. That little moment did my heart good. It gave me a quick flashback to when she was a little girl and we would cuddle up and tell one another how we loved each other more than the other one did. Up to the moon and back, little nutbrown hare….

Found this on Neatorama!!

A hang (pronounced \u2018hung\u2019 or \u2018hong\u2019) is a melodious percussive musical instrument, similar to a steel drum. It uses many of the same physical principles to operate. However, since it is struck with the fingers, the sound is generally much softer than a steel drum, and can be played in many ways to produce a large variety of sounds.